XV Indra

1. Who knows what vital power he wins, drinking beside the flowing juice?

This is the fair-cheeked God who, joying in the draught, breaks down the castles in his strength.

2. As a wild elephant rushes on, this way and that way mad with

heat,

None may restrain thee, yet come hither to the draught! Thou, movest mighty in thy power.

3. When he, the terrible, ne'er o'erthrown, stedfast, made ready for the fight - -

When Indra Maghavan lists to his praiser's call, he will not stand aloof, but come.